This is a song about "Curfew"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

And sneaking out with you five hours after curfew

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

You thought you were going all out but i'll send your ass back in like a curfew

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

I never had a curfew,

I gotta tell you that my love is true

I had them trippin, like they just missed their curfew.

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo